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L E G E N D S O F T H E R E A L M • B O O K 2
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© 2016 by T. Davis Bunn
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Locke, Thomas, 1952–
Merchant of alyss / Thomas Locke.
pages ; cm. — (Legends of the realm ; #2)
ISBN 978-0-8007-2386-6 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-0-8007-2448-1 (cloth)
1. Magic—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3552.U4718M46 2016
813 .54—dc23 2015027194
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products
of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events,
locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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This book is dedicated to
Phyllis Tickle
Wise Counselor, Dear Friend
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Falmouth Port was gripped by a late winter storm. Upon
the battlements, the cold bit like nature’s acid. The
broad stone passage that rimmed the city wall was made
treacherous by fresh ice. The soldiers on duty endured long
hours and searched silent roads. The avenue leading from Fal-
mouth’s main gate to the northern highway was empty. The
wind seemed determined to drive the sleet straight through
the night watch. After every circuit, they slipped inside the
tower room for a mug of brew heated on their central fire.
Which meant only one soldier noticed the solitary man that
hour before dawn. At least, when the night was over and the
guard was forced to endure the earl’s harsh questions, he was
fairly certain the lone traveler had been a man.
The stranger halted by the blacksmith stables. His back was
to the distant vales and the lonely route leading to Emporis,
the city at the edge of the known world. His cloak shivered
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and rippled, but otherwise the tempest did not touch him.
He seemed to study the gates and towers intensely, though
the lone soldier could not be certain, for the traveler’s face
remained hidden beneath a cowl.
The soldier’s unease mounted and twice he called for his
mates, but the wind clawed the words away. The guard was
young and courageous and known for his artistry with blade
and bow. But the longer he stood there, the more his belly
was gnawed by something he could not name. He gripped
his sword’s pommel and forced himself not to flee.
Finally the cloaked figure broke oQ his inspection and turned
down a side lane. The soldier felt his chest unlock. He watched
the empty road for a time, until his best mate clapped him
on the shoulder and told him to go warm himself by the fire.
But the young soldier knew he was obliged to take a dreaded
move.
Gingerly he descended the icy stairs and pounded upon
the door at the tower’s base. “OXcer of the watch!” He
heard nothing in response save the wind’s constant howl,
so he pushed open the door and entered the tower’s lower
chamber. “Begging your pardon, my lady.”
Captain Meda had been knighted by the earl following
the Battle of Emporis. She had a well-earned reputation as
a fierce brawler with a fiery temper. She was sprawled on the
cot, her weapons heaped upon the watch table. All but the
long knife in her hand. “What is it?”
“Thought I saw something, ma’am.”
“Either you saw or you didn’t. That’s your duty. Not to
think. Try again.”
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“A lone stranger. He stood at the point where the Emporis
road meets the smithy’s stables. Watched us for a good long
time.”
Meda swung her feet to the floor. “Is he there now?”
“No, my lady. He turned away.” He fidgeted, fearing a
good old lashing for what sounded feeble now, here in the
warmth and safety of the oXcer’s ready room.
But Meda seemed to find nothing amiss in his report. “No
one else noticed?”
“I was the lone guard by the west tower. The gate is sealed,
and the storm . . .” He shrugged. “Perhaps it was nothing,
Captain.”
“Your name. Corporal Alembord, is it not? Recently ar-
rived from . . .”
“Havering. Yes, ma’am. With the last ship.”
“Just in time for winter.” She oQered a tight smile, meant
to reassure. “Now tell me why you felt this deserved my at-
tention.”
“Something about the man made me clench up tight as
a fist. And . . .”
“Go on, Corporal. Speak your mind.”
“The cloak he wore wasn’t touched by the wind. He stood
facing straight into the storm, but the cowl that covered his
head . . .”
Alembord halted as the captain leapt from the bed. The
snarl on her face caused him to take an involuntary step
backwards, ramming into the door.
Meda demanded, “What was the cloak’s color?”
“Couldn’t say, Captain. Not in this storm. The torches
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lining the road were all doused. All I could see was his sil-
houette.”
She reached for the scabbard and belted it to her waist.
“Where did he go?”
“Down the side lane.” This time, when the snarl reap-
peared, he knew he was right to have come. “Toward the
emissary’s home.”
“Twenty men, Corporal. Armed and in the forecourt.
Three minutes.” She flung open the door. “Who is the wiz-
ard on duty?”
“Wizard? Ma’am, we’re ordered to have nothing to do
with that lot down in the palace cellars—”
His words were cut oQ by a blast that dwarfed the storm
and shook the palace. Alembord and the captain were both
flung onto the flagstones.
Meda scrambled to her feet and leapt through the door.
“Alarm! Sound the alarm!”
Alembord forced his limbs to obey his addled brain. He
struggled into the palace forecourt and used his sword’s pom-
mel to pound the brass gong. Another blast ripped the dark-
ness, illuminating the troops who scrambled and slithered
across the icy stones. Alembord managed to hold to his feet,
though he quailed at the sight of sleet turned to flying rubies
by the illumination. He rang the alarm as lightning flashed
red as the dawn he feared would never come.
The road leading to the forest was empty, which was hardly
a surprise, for it meandered past frozen corrals and empty
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stables and unoccupied hovels. When the crimson mage of
Emporis had been defeated a year and a half earlier, the wild
border clans had returned to their valley fiefdoms, but only
after swearing fealty to Bayard, Earl of Oberon and Lord of
Falmouth Port. Some claimed Bayard was also the rightful
king of all the realm. But they did so softly, even here in the
heart of Oberon’s land, for throughout the rest of the human
realm such words carried a death sentence.
The traveler stopped a second time where the emissary’s
grove met the lane. This would hardly be cause for notice,
were it not for the hour and the storm. All the city’s dwellers
paused here from time to time. Many made it a destination
when courting or simply filling an idle hour. Legends were
recounted here, about green-skinned people that emerged
from the forest and secretly planted the trees. About battles
that ravaged the land with forces not seen for over a thou-
sand years. About the man who dwelled in the unseen house
within the supernatural glade. None denied the fact that
magic had been applied, even though the obscure sciences
were oXcially forbidden throughout the realm. But here, in
this place, the power of enchantment rose in silent defiance
to all such human laws.
Between the emissary’s grove and the western forest
stretched a vast expanse of stumps and knee-high new
growth. Over the previous decade, the woodland had been
cut back three hundred paces by the refugees. Clansmen who
had managed to escape the crimson rider’s wrath had cut
the forest to erect crude huts. The emissary’s grove had been
planted just seventeen months earlier, the same season when
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the badland refugees returned to their vales and sought to
rebuild their lives. Yet the glade that began where the traveler
stood was already taller than the city gates, with trunks thick
as a warrior’s girth. Some who stopped here claimed they
could actually hear the trees grow. On this night, however,
the only sounds were the shrieking wind, a distant shutter
pounding against an empty window, and ice cracking on tree
limbs as they danced.
A narrow lane of white stones weaved through the emis-
sary’s grove. The stones were another marvel, as none had
ever seen the like before. Some claimed they were a gift from
the Ashanta, a telepathic race few had ever glimpsed. The
Ashanta were said to fashion their fabled cities from these
very same stones, which led to much conjecture over what
this meant, being laid as a path through a glade all knew
to be enchanted. The softly glowing lane curved twice as it
passed through the trees, so that the emissary’s home and
its surrounding gardens remained unseen.
The stranger stood there for a time, long enough for any-
one else to freeze solid. Yet he seemed as untouched by the
tempest as the emissary’s glade. The tall trees blocking the
stranger from the home moved less than the traveler’s cloak.
Were it possible, it might have seemed that the trees watched
him intently. Waiting to see what he might do next.
The traveler started forward.
Instantly the trees bowed inward, lacing their branches
together.
The traveler backed away. The trees now blocked the lane
with a shield of bare winter limbs, woven tight as a wicker wall.
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The traveler snarled a curse and opened his cloak. Attached
to his belt in the same manner that another might carry a
sword was a wand carved with a multitude of symbols and
topped by a glass orb the size of a thumbnail.
The wizard raised the wand above his head, aimed the tiny
orb at the glade, and droned a few words, enough to light
the orb and the woven limbs with a crimson fire.
The branches trembled as the force sought to wrench them
apart. But the trees revealed their own power as they resisted
the command and the blast and the shaking of the earth.
Instead, when the tremors and the fierce red lightning ended,
the remaining trees drew together more tightly still.
The wizard roared a spell with such fury his words emerged
in a writhing spew of fire. The verbal onslaught joined with
the orb, which burned now with a blinding ruby light. The
power crackled and hissed through the air before blasting
into the grove. The earth shook more violently still with the
second spell’s power.
The first line of trees was demolished. The sleet was tainted
by the bitter taste of magical ash. Not even the stumps re-
mained. The nearest empty hovels were also flattened by
the backlash.
But beyond this new destruction, the trees appeared
more tightly woven than before. Thirty paces deep the grove
stretched, every tree now a living guardian. Intent upon sac-
rificing life for duty.
Again the wizard raged his volcanic spell. Again the light-
ning blasted. Another line of trees was reduced to flames
that hissed and vanished.
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The wizard started to unleash another detonation. Then
he realized that the glade was now on the move.
Trees to his left and right ripped their roots free of the
frozen earth. They moved with the sullen grace of Ancients.
The earth shivered from the impact of their gnarled limbs
striking the frozen ground. They encircled the spot where
the traveler stood, closing oQ his escape.
Then they started in. Now they were the ones on attack.
The wizard lifted his wand high over his head. He shouted
words not heard in a thousand years. The tempest plucked
at him, shredding the cloak and then the mage into a million
crimson flecks.
The wizard and his wand were gone. The sentinel trees
swatted at the swirling mist, but they might as well have
sought to halt the sleet.
The trees remained as they were for a time. But when
shouts arose from where the forest lane joined the highway,
they clumped and they marched and they rejoined the glade.
When the first grey glimmer of daylight forced its way
through the tempest, the human soldiers and palace courtiers
who gathered by the emissary’s white-stone lane could find
no sign of anything amiss. Even the ash was gone.
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